Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.